This is my genetic material at work.
When I was in college I highlighted about one-third of each of my textbooks, even if they were already highlighted by the generations of students who had the book before me. The Husband, on the other hand, comes from the Minimalist School of Bookmarking/Highlighting. If the book was already highlighted, he would rarely add anything, and if he was the first one into a pristine textbook, you would have to hunt carefully to find his notations. If I had to guess, I’d say he highlighted no more than one or two sentences per chapter. Weird, right?
Thankfully, my gene is dominant, as you can see from the photo.
The Maker loves poetry, and he’s a huge fan of Shel Silverstein in particular. He gets hours of enjoyment trying to puzzle out Runny Babbit (which we purchased as soon as it came out), and he recently brought home Falling Up from the local library.
His bookmarks are color-coded (blue = favorites, pink = most favorites) and systematically laid out in ever-increasing height so that they are easily accessed. (That’s his father’s genetic material.)
I actually counted the bookmarks — there are 47 of them, in a book that only has 170 pages total.
Post-its are awesome. But just wait ’til he discovers Delicious.